Things were rather dull. It had been a couple weeks now since Markus's qualification papers went through and he had expected something to happen by now. So far, he has spent the last couple weeks hold up in one of the Foundations many level 1 habitation units. To the foundation, it was a habitation unit. But to Markus, it seemed more like a white collar prison cell. There was two doors and no windows. Instead, the walls were a dull white as well as the majority of the furniture. There was a bathroom behind the door that wasn't the entrance, though it was rather cramped. He had a bed, a small low quality sofa chair, and a small desk littered with papers covered in drawings. Sitting next to a small TV set at the back of the room was an old acoustic guitar. Scattered about the room were dozens of beer cans. 

Sitting in the sofa chair with his leg kicked up over the armrest, Mark flipped through the channels on the television. Thankfully, the tv was one of the few things that weren't censored or provided by the Foundation. That would probably be absurd. A bunch of personnel fumbling about, attempting to film something that could be considered interesting. Knowing the research department, it would likely be a bunch of techno babble and informative shows with a warning here and there about obeying foundation rules. The later, they actually managed to apply, as Mark found himself unable to flick the channel for one of the foundations incoming safety messages!

'All information regarding the Foundation is classified beyond the perimeter of the Foundation. Any personnel attempting to transfer intelligence off the property without clearance will be neutralized immediately. Adhere to the safety protocols and have a nice day!' Markus sighed as regular programming came back on. The first couple days, the messages were a bit intimidating but he was used to them now. At this point, he didn't even think there was any intelligence to steal anyway. All he had seen was the walls of his cell, the reruns on tv, the food delivered when he requested it, and the occasional security officer who would come to check on him. 

In spite of it all, there wasn't any turning back now. They let Markus know in the briefing that once he had entered the facility, he was sworn to a vow of silence and by being there, he had already been exposed to valuable information...and it seemed pretty obvious what they would do to someone who broke that vow. So instead, he waited, bored but patient, for someone to give him an assignment. In the meantime, he simply enjoyed an episode of warehouse 13 and nursed the dull beer in his hand.